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As I lay down to sleep, I dream of my home long ago
I see the green grass blowing by the cool wind along the hillsides
and the mountains in the distance with the icy peaks
I smell the bountiful scent of heather and see its wondrous color
and in the distance I hear the familiar sounds of the bagpipes playing their old tune
As I walk to the village of old, I see the young children playing in their colorful kilted skirts
The women busy doing their chores and the men talking of future plans
On the hillside, the young men are tending the sheep as
young maidens watch in joy of who will be their future husbands
How I wish I could be there as I had in the past but all this is a vision and once will be no more
now when I wake, I see the big city that now takes the place of the village that was once called home.
How I wish I could be there as it was before when the rushing pace of today
does not take place and there was joy all around instead of despair.
(2008)
